[When Mami speaks again, her voice rings hollow as it filters out from the kitchen - due to more than just the acoustics of distance and barriers.]
It'll just be a few minutes.
[There's the faint clink of china, the muted creak of a cupboard door, a soft fwoosh of flame as she clicks the stove burner on. Yet for now, Mami doesn't put the kettle on - only stares into the fire. The corners of her eyes begin to burn, as if pained by the light, but Mami knows better. The reason behind this growing urge to cry can't be ignored, shoved under the surface, dressed up in something pretty and allowed to pass for the truth.
Utena is going to leave. It will hurt - already hurts - and there's nothing Mami can do about it.]
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It'll just be a few minutes.
[There's the faint clink of china, the muted creak of a cupboard door, a soft fwoosh of flame as she clicks the stove burner on. Yet for now, Mami doesn't put the kettle on - only stares into the fire. The corners of her eyes begin to burn, as if pained by the light, but Mami knows better. The reason behind this growing urge to cry can't be ignored, shoved under the surface, dressed up in something pretty and allowed to pass for the truth.
Utena is going to leave. It will hurt - already hurts - and there's nothing Mami can do about it.]